“Here I am sweating and suffering to please your mother” he spoke, gesturing to their plates, “so she'll make me her son-in-law and there you are, having eyes for another man. You’re supposed to only have eyes for me.” She gave a smug smile, “You’ve gotten old, I need new.” He frowned, “Old is stable.” “A little shake here and there won’t hurt.” “Joan, you’re testing me.” “What’s your limit?” It was his turn to smirk, “You want to know?” *“Any new information?” Victor asked Andrew who just entered in from the garage. Andrew shook his head, inserting a gun into his belt. “He’s tough.” Victor stood up, shutting the book he had been writing on before Andrew came in. “I think it’s time I pay him a visit.” Andrew shrugged, “Do as you wish.” “Joan was taken into a station today.” Andrew said and Victor stopped on his way out, surprise etched in his face. “Why?” He asked. “Their principal was murdered. Someone framed her and some boy, replaced the day’s footage with that of the
The knife went in a little and came out.“Please!” Razor cried, “They only told me to find out his whereabouts, his destination, that’s all!”Victor nodded inwardly, he was finally getting answers.“Who?”“I don’t know. The orders came from my boss…”Razor’s mouth went shut, his eyes going wide.*Victor groaned inwardly, stabbing Razor’s shoulder.“Your boss, who do you work for?”Razor’s cries were the only thing he heard, the knife went in again.“We’re a gang” Razor forced out as he howled, “We do jobs for people!”“Your gang's name?”Nothing. The knife went in again.“Code red!” Razor cried, “Code red!”Victor knew of the gang, he had used them once before. One thing, their boss, the leader was unknown. Nobody knew him, he heard even the members of the gang themselves didn’t. He'd just have to find out.“Who’s your boss?” he asked as he plunged in the knife again. Razor cried out.“Who’s your boss!?”Nothing. He punched Razor’s face, furious.“I asked who is your
“Victor is gone” he spoke, his voice deadly calm, “Pierce is dead. That is the result of your…” he pointed at each of them, “mistake, Your. Own. Mistake. Pierce’s blood is on you, he died because of you. Let that remain stuck in your head, let him hunt you for the rest of your cursed lives but mark my words…”Andrew's hands dropped back to his side, his eyes glaring daggers at their bowed heads.“If Victor dies… you all die.”*King watched from the bed as Joan showed him the new dance moves she had learned. She was good, he adfitted to himself, he had always known anyway. While she lived in the world of dancing, he lived in the world of art.They were in her room, it was past 1 is already, they had stayed up after dinner tatalking about anything and everything then come midnight, Joan decided to dance.Her mother ate thtalking prepared, he chuckled inwardly. Joan had not told her mother who cooked the meal and Mrs. Michaels had not asked, she had probably assumed Joan cooked it.
“Victor is gone” he spoke, his voice deadly calm, “Pierce is dead. That is the result of your…” he pointed at each of them, “mistake, Your. Own. Mistake. Pierce’s blood is on you, he died because of you. Let that remain stuck in your head, let him hunt you for the rest of your cursed lives but mark my words…”Andrew's hands dropped back to his side, his eyes glaring daggers at their bowed heads.“If Victor dies… you all die.”*Joan walked into school with Sisi by her side. Her fingers clutched the straps of her bag tightly, her face was set in a forced blank look.“Just walk… and breathe, everything is fine.” Sisi said to her.The looks came as expected, the suspicious stares and accusing looks and pointing fingers.“She poisoned the principal!?” she heard someone shout.She didn’t see who, didn’t know who, didn’t bother to see who. If it was for anything else, she would have been much less bothered. She would have entered into school nonchalantly and kept her head held high b
“You make me open.” He responded.Her eyebrows shot up.“Can I?” he inquired.“What?” she questioned.He raised her both hands to his lips and kissed them consecutively.The act didn’t exactly stun her or the person who did them rather she was stunned by the person she caught watching them at the entrance of the garden. The individual turned and disappeared out of the garden.King.*She excused herself from Koty, muttering an apology even she did not hear and she flew out of the garden. Stumbling into the hallway, there was no sign of King. She ran ahead, looking around anxiously. What would he think about what he saw? Would he think she had lied to him about her relationship with Koty? She doubted that, he trusted her. Besides, what was he doing in…She let out a small gasp as she was suddenly pulled into a classroom. The door shut behind her and before she could react, she was enclosed in a familiar warm embrace. She relaxed, knowing who it was and also the fact that it was
He wanted to let her know that he only let her be friends with Colton Adams because as much as he wanted all of her to himself, he still wanted get to be free. He wanted her to submit to him of her own free will and not because he wanted her to.He wanted her to possess all of him, he wanted to possess all of her also, to make her long for him and no one else, to make her declare him as her master. He couldn’t deny that make possessiveness in him, he wanted to own all of her but first, he wanted her to own all of him.*Victor pulled at the chains binding his two hands and legs to the iron chair he was chained to.He was the one in the chains now, no longer the torturer but the tortured, Karma really was a bitch. The room was dark, he could barely see anything but he could tell that it was empty, he being the only human occupant of the room.He was wrong. A rope was suddenly thrown round his neck, at the same time the door to the room banged open. Sounds of marching boots hitting
Bile rose up his throat as his breathing seized and his heart suddenly started pounding hard, wildly in his chest. It was reflex, reflex created by years of suffering; his instant turning towards the door, his sweaty immediate grip on the door handle, the anxious speed with which the door was pulled open and which he would also have used to escape had it not been too late… too too late.*“Alright, bye!”Joan waved at Sisi before entering into her house. She was home 30 minutes earlier than she ever came home. She had forced Sisi to give her a ride, avoiding Sisi's incessant questions during the drive home about the ‘Cute, charming, effortlessly cool guy that came to look for her the day before'.“King!” That was who, she thought and chuckled as she looked around the silent house. Why would he be home and switch off the lights? She switched it on, hanging the keys before hurrying up the stairs, still backing her bag. She passed her room and barged into his… empty.“King?”She wa
“This is Barr. Winnows, a child abuse and human rights lawyer. I am King Johannson's attorney working in a case against his brother, Jamal Johannson. King Johannson, I believe is your bosom friend?”Her back had already come off the headboard at some point in his talking, her ears attentive. King has a lawyer? And is filing a case against Jamal?“Yes, yes” she responded quickly, “We are best… He us my friend, my very good friend.”“Good. I am calling to inform you that he is in the hospital at the moment…”“What!?” she shouted.*“Calm down, miss. He was badly beaten up, we believe by his brother Jamal. He is in a very critical state right now and…”“What! Where is he? What hospital!?”She was off the bed in a flash, running out of the room.“Zenith hospital…” Barr. Winnows ratted out the address.She was already out the door before she realized she was barefoot and had no means of getting to King. She ran back into the house, leaving the door ajar, her heart in a frenzy. She